Disclaimer:
Hetty: Ms. Kyra does not own NCIS: LA. Donald Bellisario does, if I'm not mistaken.
Now that that's all cleared up, on with the show!
Kensi Blye held on to the girl's hand as thry walked into the airplane. "Where are we going, Mommy?" The girl, Alyssia asked. 'My goodness, she's looking more and more like her dad every day.' she thought. Alyssia had caramel brown hair, light skin, and the sweetest sky blue eyes. Kensi smiled. "We're going to Los Angeles, sweetie. Mommy's going to…..meet with some old friends." "Oh," Alissia said. "ok."
"Flight 788, nonstop from Boston is clear for takeoff." a voice blared over the loudspeaker. Kensi tapped her foot nervously. She had never liked traveling on planes, much less long flights. "Are you alright, ma'am?" a kindly flight attendant asked her. "I'm fine, thanks. Don't like flying very much." "Oh, OK. Let me know if you need anything, alright/" "Ok" Kensi replied. "Mommy?" Alissia tugged on the sleeve of Kensi's jacket. "Yeah, sweetie?" "We're going to La, isn't that where you said Daddy lived?" 'Damn.' Kensi cursed to herself. She should have never told her that. "Yeah, sweetie. We might run into him, but we won't want to bother him. Your father's a very busy man." "Oh, Ok." Alyssia said sleepily.
Five hours later
"We are now landing into LAX. Please fasten you seatbelts and return to your seats." the voice said over the loudspeaker. Kensi let out a sigh of elief. They were finally here! As soon as the plane landed, she got her navy blue suitcase and Alyssia's Dora backpack. she smiled, than thought; 'Well, if I were a 5-year-old girl, I'd want a Dora backpack too.' She exited the plane and got into the checkin area.
"Come on, Alyssia. We want to get a cab quick." As she was exiting the sliding doors, she bumped into someone. "Sorry for that," she said, looking up .Her eyes widened. It was Marty Deeks, Alyssia's father.